Needless to say, he didn’t.

I admit, I miss the days when I vented so publicly, without a care in the world. The angst-filled blog I kept as a student, the frank and sexual status updates I made before I friended any of my family or colleagues on Facebook. And I miss the raw, unvarnished honesty of bloggers like you, before we realised that people were going to start judging us on what we wrote, no matter where we wrote it.

I don’t think I’ve ever posted anything online that I wouldn’t be able to defend, but my definition of what is morally acceptable and someone else’s (an employer, a parent) are likely to differ. Now that my online persona has melded so much with my offline one, I do think more carefully about what I do and say. Now I take the thoughts and events I used to blog about on Diaryland, and polish them, make them funnier or sadder than they really were, because even if I’m not being paid for blogging, tweeting, or updating my status, I’m still selling myself a little.